Real people beat scumbags and snatch away sick girls

"Look, how can I take care of you? There's not even water in the teacups here."

It's hard for the manager.

Qin Ning snorted, his eyebrows and eyes were full of arrogance.

"Haven't you ever played at home? I want to drink water, you bring it to me immediately."

Bai Weiran shrugged, and really handed it over to Qin Ning.

Qin Ning is a little naughty sometimes——

But the prop teacup was brought in front of Qin Ning. Qin Ning just stretched out his hand, then retracted it, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"Brother Weiran, this is for me alone, or other sisters have it."

There was a bit of provocation in the witty words, but Bai Weiran thought of another matter at this moment, and he laughed.

"There are other sisters too."

As soon as Qin Ning's smile turned cold, the gleam in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he heard Bai Weiran continue talking with a smile.

"It reminds me that I used to play house with my sister."

My younger sister, Bai Shimo, like all little girls, also loves to play house.

But Bai Shimo is a little different from the little girl next to her. The little girl next to her likes to play the role of mother and asks others to play the role of father or child, and devotes herself to taking care of others. Bai Shimo dislikes that cooking is too tiring. A character who can sit paralyzed and wait for food.

"So every time she played the father, and I was forced to play the mother." Bai Weiran couldn't help laughing when he thought of this past.

The consequences of this incident continued until she grew up, and Bai Shimo didn't even learn how to cook.

Children from other people's families always have a few special dishes, but Bai Shimo has troublesome dishes in every dish.

In order not to starve his brother and sister to death when his parents went on a sweet trip, Bai Weiran stumbled to learn how to cook while looking at the recipes in that era when takeaway was not popular.

Didn't burn down the kitchen, and didn't turn into a cooking genius.

It's not unpalatable, it's not delicious, this is Bai Weiran's cooking.

Qin Ning was about to turn cold, but was amused again.

"The seafood porridge you made is really unpalatable." She emphasized seriously.

It can be included in the top ten list of unpalatable food she has eaten in her life.

After all, there are only a handful of unpalatable dishes that the eldest lady has eaten.

"It's unpalatable, but someone will eat it." Bai Weiran teased her back.

"It tastes as delicious as a pig."

Qin Ning recalled the embarrassment he had been starving for a day and a night, so embarrassed, he raised his leg and kicked him, but Bai Weiran stretched out his hand out of reflex, and both of them were stunned.

Hold that little foot in your hand.

Originally, Qin Ning changed into matching court shoes, which were not easy to wear, and she took them off when she was seated, and now she only wears winter socks on her feet, a pair of snow-white, winter socks are thick, but they are not so transparent that it makes people feel uncomfortable The mind is whimsical, but with a slight movement, it is like a restless little animal fluttering in the palm of the hand.

Bai Weiran came to his senses, and immediately wanted to let go of his hand, Qin Ning also came to his senses, and rubbed those soft little feet against his palm, and even leaned half of his body out of the chair—if Bai Weiran didn't hold the support , she would have to slide off the chair.

There is an indescribable beauty for a while.

Looking at each other, Qin Ning suddenly smiled faintly, and his expression became unpredictable.

"Hey, Brother Weiran."

"Five days later, she and I will die and the other will live."

"For more than ten years, you have supported me, accompanied me, and ascended to the position of imperial concubine—"

"...Brother Weiran, life and death are at stake, can you tell me the truth?"

"These days, do you have me in your heart?"

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You guys ignored my hunk statement, I burst into tears and made a fuss! (/□＼*)?゜

Chapter 23 The father-in-law and the prince meet in the dungeon (3K, ask for a monthly ticket)

Qin Ning got closer, his eyes met, the room was dark, Bai Weiran's eyes lost light, and there was silence, bottomless.

Qin Ning was stunned for a moment.

Brother Weiran, when the clear light in his eyes is missing, he looks like a different person.

Bai Weiran pursed his lips, "...One is dead and the other is alive? You also found out?"

Qin Ning felt his throat ache, "Yes, why is it not a discovery?"

It's one thing to know, it's another thing to hear him confirm it himself.

Brother Weiran, are you not even willing to perfunctory me and lie to me?

Qin Ning felt her heart sink into the deep sea.

Hey, as expected, I can only lock you up in the basement and ruthlessly——

"I also want to go with you." Bai Weiran nodded, took a step forward, and put Qin Ning's soft feet back on the chaise longue, making her lie sideways like a beautiful woman.

"This game really has a third-party force."

Qin Ning: .........?

I'm desperate, I'm about to turn black, you're still thinking about your game design, right?

Bai Weiran sat directly next to Qin Ning, with a serious expression, and began to analyze seriously.

"Confirm the faction on the first day, and on the second and third days, if the task content corresponding to the two camps occurs individually, then the plot line should be closed on the fourth day, but the time set in this theater is five days."

Bai Weiran touched the two straps hanging down from the edge of the hat.

"It's like the difference between a mobile game and a stand-alone game. Mobile games have no time limit. They can go forward indefinitely and do whatever comes to mind. It's not surprising that redundant content appears as players give feedback, but this design is good. The theater itself is an exquisite box garden game, which seems to be open, but in fact everything is well designed."

"In the design of stand-alone RPG games, each task, scene, and character resource has its own necessity. In addition to making the content rich and compact, there is also a big demand for consolidating resources. If there are more game resources, the cost will rise. Resources can effectively control the cost of the game. If you think about it here, they need to build sets, and each set must invite suitable actors to play NPCs. It must maximize resources. From the designer's point of view, it is impossible to appear useless Content."

Bai Weiran's expression sank, serious as if he was discussing the general situation of the country.

"Who is the task content on the fourth day around?"

"More than that, the problem can also be seen from the NPC configuration. The person I support is you, Wu Ji supports the enemy, but A Chao has no support camp. He can choose to defect to any of us-then why is this Is the character given the status of a prince, or the younger brother of the current emperor?"

Bai Weiran has never watched a Gongdou drama, and he doesn't write scripts, but he starts from the mechanism design and pushes back rationally.

"The problem can also be seen from the map configuration, here is a real scene..."

The sick concubine Qin Guifei couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed Bai Weiran by the collar, she was a beauty without any elegance, and pulled him viciously towards her.

"Who wants to hear you talk about these games, answer. Answer. My. Question!!"

Before Bai Weiran could answer, someone knocked on the door, and Ziwei pushed the door open and poked his head in.

"...Ziwei came to pay respects to the imperial concubine..."

Seeing the scene in the room clearly, I feel awkward.

What did I see that I shouldn't see?

"Uh, I'm sorry, did I come by accident..."

The members of the project team outside completed the tasks one after another, and began to visit the concubines of the two camps.

There are two project team members following Taste.

Qin Ning had no choice but to let go of Bai Weiran's hand, and stepped into the role of imperial concubine to start interrogation.

Bai Weiran was very careful, let the person who came to visit come in alone, and asked about the process of getting the token.

The process of getting the token hides a mystery, so you can use it to find clues to deduce the inner ghost hidden in it. Bai Weiran didn't let them in together and said that it was to prevent the inner ghost from relying on other people's words to fish in troubled waters.

As soon as the camp assignment was finished, it was time for curfew.

During these five days, there will be four nights. There will be a curfew at night, and there will be soldiers patrolling. All players are ordered to stay in their own palaces. You have to be locked up for a day and a night in the prison, and you can only walk around in the prison during the day the next day, which is a waste of mission time.

The mobile phone also sent tasks.

All players must find a quest item [Golden Cup].

【Golden Cup】Soaked in poison, colorless and tasteless, kills people invisible. With it, you can choose to poison the enemy camp at any time, directly poison a person and weaken the opponent's power.

There are clues to find the gold cup hidden in each room, or an acrostic poem, or a riddle, or a mechanism, allowing everyone to solve the puzzle overnight.

Bai Weiran leaned against the wall, and could hear the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the next room looking for clues through the wall.

On the contrary, he and Qin Ning were quiet here, without any movement - as early as when they first came in, Bai Weiran checked the room thoroughly.

Do you understand the gold content of old game players?Playing stand-alone RPG games and not knowing how to break into houses on the street to rummage through boxes and cabinets is not a qualified old player. It is not a good plan to not put something for players to enjoy the fun of house raiding.

Bai Weiran found an acrostic poem from the painting on the wall. It's a pity that the organizer's designer has too high a literary attainment. He read it in a cloud and couldn't understand these literati's pretentious words.

It belongs to the use of numerical values ​​to play copywriting riddles, and it is a dead end.

But it's okay, he has other ideas.

The silhouette of patrolling soldiers was reflected on the window, Bai Weiran was sticking to the door, counting the time, and was about to dodge out when this wave of people passed by—unexpectedly, someone hugged him from behind, and he was pressed against the door just as he turned around superior.

The imperial concubine has charming eyebrows and eyes, with a stubborn expression.

"you have not answer my question yet!"

Bai Weiran didn't realize Qin Ning's pun.

... Is she addicted to playing?

He is not good at acting, and he is not good at taking plays, but if she has to play——

"It's meaningless to ask such a question—" Bai Gong. Gong laughed in a low voice.

"Concubine, I will do my best to keep you alive." He put his hands lightly on Qin Ning's shoulders.

Qin Ning was taken aback.

Interspersed with reality for a while, the two dreamed back to the old days, the gauze curtains fluttered, the palace was deep, and under the candlelight, the lights were dim, making the two figures longer, implying the unspeakable privateness of the father-in-law and the noble concubine. Affection.

The golden building and the jade palace, surrounded and imprisoned people's hearts and lives in the cold.

And among them, whispering.

"I've been thinking this way for more than ten years."

"To win is to live, to lose is to die. It's too narrow. If I die, I only hope that you can still live well, and don't stop this harem struggle with bloody rivers. That's not bad."

There is no passionate [For you, it doesn't matter if I die], nor [I get angry for the beauty, fight the sword and go all over the world].

Bai Gong. Gong doesn't like this kind of introverted logic that leads people to life and death.

He even felt that many passionate words were not to move others, but to move himself.

Look, I use my infatuation and desperation for her to prove my passion and chivalry.

The bloody fairy tale in reality is very good, but Bai Gong. Gong is not used to it.

One kind of person, one way of life—he prefers to live in the cracks between passionate fairy tales and reality, and find a place to live.

When he said this, his emotions were light and steady, like a small boat with ripples on calm water.

Don't use too much force, don't act badly and do nothing, just be at ease.

But the overly sensitive and slender sick girl was frightened by his sentence "It would be good if I died", the corners of her mouth trembled in panic, her lips turned white, and she grabbed Bai Weiran's wrinkled neckline, Bring people back from old dreams to reality.

"What are you doing when you're dead? Do you want to die, brother Weiran—"

If you are dead and leave us behind, then what is the point of our current struggle! ?

She was so flustered that Bai Weiran had to use force to hold her down.

A trace of doubt flashed in his heart, but right now he was thinking too much and couldn't get to the bottom of it for a while.

"You think too much." He smiled reassuringly.

"I'm just saying if, not necessarily, if it's a hypothesis."

Qin Ning threw himself into his arms regardless, and wrapped his arms around his waist, bursting into tears.

"I don't care, you can't die, you can't die!"

Biaojiao is really irritable and irritable——